Another Empty Bottle Poem by Kris Whelan (1971)

Well each one has a story, a unique tale to tell
And you don’t have to think too much, the story’s there to sell
They’re standing empty in the cellar, lying lonely against the wall
And each one has been emptied, but they’re still standing tall

Another empty bottle stands alone at end of night
And each one holds a memory as though it has a life
There’s the one we emptied, drawing pictures on the floor
And there’s the one the cork stuck in, you found so hard to pour

Ah, now there’s mister sauvignon, do you remember him?
We sat and watched a movie, with the mushroom man and Jim
Mister merlot and zinfandel, they have their stories all we rank
Now they’re standing oh so lonely, since they wait the bottle bank

Well each one has a story, a unique tale to tell
And you don’t have to think too much, the story’s there to sell